The Red Paladins Klance

Chapter 21

Lance swung his feet, fidgety. Coran was examining him, as well as Keith, to see how they were faring. “Has Shiro introduced you, Allura and Blue to the Garrison?” Lance asked suddenly. “Oh yes. It was a little strange, but it went surprisingly well. I think Commander Holt must have told them about us. They have been integrating Altean tech with Earth’s, especially into their weaponry in case the Galra should ever come here. But with them fighting against each other, it does not seem likely.” Coran said. Lance frowned, looking at Keith. But Keith didn’t look back, having been rubbing his forehead. “What’s wrong?” Lance asked, concerned. “Nothing. Just my head.” Keith said. “Yes, that will happen. It’s just the after effects. It should go away by the end of the day.” Coran said.

  Lance touched Keith’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. “I don’t think we should be getting the Garrison involved with this, let alone the whole of Earth. The Galra are our problem.” Keith muttered. “You’ve seen what the Garrison have been doing. They’re prepared. They’ve got those new cadets. I don’t think Earth should be involved either, but you’ve gotta admit, they’re ready to mount a strong attack.” Lance said. Then he leaned closer to him, “How much does your head hurt?” He asked, worried. “I’m fine, Lance.” Keith said, pulling his hair out of his face. “How much, 1 to 10?” Lance repeated. Keith sighed, “6.” He said. “6? That’s not good.” Lance said.

Keith stood, and Lance instantly got off the table, grabbing his wrist.

“Whoa, whoa, where are you going?” He asked. “Shiro said we need to go to the Garrison, remember?” Keith said. “To the Garrison? No, no, none of that. You need to rest, you’re suffering from memory loss.” Lance said. “Lance, I’m fine. I can handle it. We need to go.” Keith said, gently pulling away before walking off. Lance ran after him, “Keith. Keith, I’m being serious. You can’t just go walking around like this. You need to sit down.” He said. “Lance, I’m fine.” Keith said. “Keith, please. I’m worried about you, Pidge told me you had a hard hit. I don’t know what else the after effect is going to do to you.” Lance pleaded. Keith stopped and looked at him before he sighed. “If I can't handle it, I’ll go back to the Castle. Okay?” He said.

  Lance crossed his arms, staring at him for a few seconds. “Fine.” He said quietly. They went on, heading toward the Garrison. Lance continuously glanced at Keith, worried. Shiro and the others were waiting for them outside, as well as Sam. Shiro stepped up as they came to him. “How are you guys feeling?” He asked. “Fine. What’s up, Shiro? Why are we here?” Keith said. “We’re here because I wanted to show you our newest ship that we’ve been building.” Sam said, stepping up. “A ship? I thought that was the new Castle?” Lance asked. Sam smiled, “No. I think you guys are going to like this one. I’ve been saving it for last. Come on.” He said before going inside. The others followed him, curious. “My dad’s been telling me about it for days, but he never let me see it. I can’t wait. Apparently, it’s bigger than Voltron. And it’s got a lot of heavy weaponry.” Pidge said excitedly.

“And why didn’t you tell us about it before?” Lance called out to Sam.

“We recently finished building it. I wanted to be sure it was done before saying anything about it.” Sam said. Lance looked at Keith, seeing him tying up his hair, pulling his bangs back. “Are you okay?” He asked softly. Keith nodded, “Yeah. I told you, I can handle it.” He said. Lance suddenly reached out, brushing their hands together. Keith instantly took his hand, their fingers intertwining. Lance looked at him, and Keith sent him a small smile, trying to assure him. Lance slightly smiled back. But as they walked through the halls, pain began to wash over Keith’s head. It made him unable to focus when they got down to the hangar to see the ship. “This is the Atlas. We spent 4 years working on this big hunk of metal, giving it the most advanced tech and weaponry we have.” Sam said. They all stared at the big ship, wide-eyed.